By my count,
I have nearly died
Three times.
My first escape
Came behind the wheel
Of a twirling car.
My second triumph
Came by evading a
Misguided hand.
The last victory
Came by outlasting
An eruption from within.
During the first two,
I was unable to
Grasp the significance.
The last event
Though, was much,
Much different.
My soul wept
And saw the dimming
Light of my existence.
Then I realized, there is
Nothing more sad than
That which is left undone.
From that day on,
I knew I must finish
Everything I’d left for the future.
The question,
However,
Was how?
by Cody McCullough